We met Gabriel on a local Sanlitun dance floor dressed in full-on Matador outfit scouted from the depths of the Wukesong Costume Market. Turns out, to fulfill his bullfighter fantasy, he daily uses mascara to dye his blonde Scandinavian mustache and smudges on eyeliner for that Spaniard intensity. Gabriel has never been to Spain, seen a bull, and cries at the smell of jalapeños. In the colorful ensemble worn here, Gabriel’s inspiration is that of Latin samba king mixed with 1920's gangster fabulous. Actually his Mom made him this little number complete with shoulder pads. As his Mom still resides in the Americas, Gabriel has found other ways to achieve his wide (dis)array of (de)constructed looks, and goes through Chinese tailors faster than cloves of garlic at a jiaozi house. He says they don’t always understand that he wants five different buttons and zippers that lead nowhere and often times his designs take several fittings before getting it right. He is still searching for the tailor of his dreams. Gabriel's most recent endeavor has birthed white, skin-tight trousers making him the only straight man we know to worry about undergarment lines. Due to excessive dancing, his bedazzled boots sometimes lose their necessary bling and are constantly at his local shoe cobbler- who does a bang-up job keeping him on the dance floor in flamboyant finesse. When you don’t see Gabriel tearing it up, you can find him in a muddy jailor jumpsuit toking a hookah under Second Ring Road bridges, keyboard jerry-rigged to a car battery, amassing the loyal following of san-lun-che drivers and pajama clad midnight strollers. Nothing about Gabriel is subtle. From his genuine personality to his obsession with the Textile City at Muxiyuan, Gabriel keeps camera phones clicking across Beijing with his outlandish uniforms and dance-floor seizures.